She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 555

They stayed in the quiet embrace for a while until Lucian finally felt his strength returning. Remembering a crucial detail, he said, "Ito, the therapist handling Zelie's case, just landed in Metropia. When do you want to see him?"

"Tonight," she replied.

He raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you tired?"

"I've got plenty of energy." Reaching into her pocket, Loyce pulled out a medicinal lozenge infused with Frost Peppermint. She unwrapped it and held it to his lips.

Taking the candy, Lucian pressed a soft kiss to her fingertips. "Then we'll go together."

Since their relationship and movements needed to remain completely off the radar, she left the VIP room first, and he slipped out through a private exit.

When Loyce returned to the Bloomberry booths, the team was pleasantly buzzed. She arrived just in time to hear Jean Morgan teasing Giselle Turner.

"You've been totally zoned out tonight. Are you secretly seeing someone?"

Giselle's mind instantly flashed back to the other night—getting drunk, throwing up all over Hank Lonsdale, him carrying her back to the hotel, and somehow ending up kissing him passionately.

She flinched as if burned, vigorously shaking her head to clear the memory. "No! I just got my full-ride scholarship acceptance letter from the Royal Art Academy. I've been too excited to sleep!"

Jean's jaw dropped. "They accepted you already?! The Royal Art Academy? That's practically the holy grail of design!"

Giselle couldn't hide her glowing smile. "I know! I didn't think it would happen this fast. They don't even need my college entrance exam scores. I just have to show up for a placement test."

Loyce approached the table with a warm smile. "Have you all picked a destination yet?"

Her arrival injected another burst of energy into the group.

"We've narrowed it down to a few top choices," Jean said. "Everyone wants to go everywhere, so we decided to let our fearless boss make the final call."

"Sounds good," Loyce nodded. Glancing around the booth, she asked, "What happened to the Langley heir?"

"He left pretty early," Jean shrugged. "He didn't really seem like the clubbing type. He had this very intense, intimidating vibe, even though he was perfectly polite."

Giselle nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he felt dangerous."

"I think we're all partied out," another employee chimed in. "A few people are already wasted, so I've called designated drivers to take them home."

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